


Your Love Is A Secret I'm Dying To Keep

by nachaelsquared



Series: It's A Strange Way Of Saying That I Know I'm Supposed To Love You [4]
Category: Queen (Band)
Genre: Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Domestic Fluff, First Time Bottoming, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Hand Jobs, M/M, Multi, Smut, Surprises, Threesome - M/M/M, Valentine's Day
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-02-14
Updated: 2020-02-14
Packaged: 2021-02-22 08:50:56
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,906
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22713421
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/nachaelsquared/pseuds/nachaelsquared
Summary: Brian comes up with the ultimate surprise for his boyfriends on Valentine's Day that doesn't have anything to do with actual gifts.
Relationships: John Deacon/Brian May/Roger Taylor
Series: It's A Strange Way Of Saying That I Know I'm Supposed To Love You [4]
Series URL: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1574935
Comments: 7
Kudos: 27





	Your Love Is A Secret I'm Dying To Keep

**Author's Note:**

> Hey all! Sorry I haven't posted for so long but I couldn't pass up a Valetine's Day story! I'm a little out of practice so forgive me if it's not the best...but please enjoy another installment of M/M/M smut from a virgin, female writer :)
> 
> In case anyone wss wondering, the title is from the lyrics to "King of My Heart" by Taylor Swift.

Nothing ever went smoothly in the early days of being in a budding popular rock band, but sometimes those bumps in the road lended themselves to unexpected opportunities.

At least, that’s what Brian thought as he laid in the familiar comfort of John and Roger’s bed, sandwiched between the two younger bandmates as Roger grumbled disinterested responses into the unusually lively receiver pressed against his ear. It was rare that the guitarist slept in his own bed nowadays, opting to spend as many nights as possible with his boyfriends who preferred the coziness of their homey flat, and this morning was of no exception due to the recent stress of finishing an album heavy on their shoulders. 

Roger’s dramatic sigh as he hung up the telephone told his partners that the call mustn't have been pleasant, as if they couldn’t tell by the voluminous screaming from whoever was on the other end of the line. His annoyance was somewhat calmed as he turned back over to cuddle up against Brian’s side, burrowing his face into the guitarist’s neck in a fruitless attempt to avoid whatever had woken them all up so early in the morning. 

“Who was on the phone?” John’s grumbly, sleep-filled voice asked from the other side of the mattress, reaching a hand over Brian to interlace his fingers with the drummer’s. 

“Freddie,” Roger answered against Brian’s warm skin, trying to steal back any heat possible that the brutal British winter had stolen from their cramped room. “He needs you and I to go to the studio today.”

“Not me?” Brian asked with a slightly disappointed tone even though the prospect of getting a day off at home made him ecstatic. 

“Nope, apparently some stupid new engineer ruined some of the tapes for one of our songs meant to go on the album. We’ll have to record the rhythm sections again today if we want the album release schedule to go as planned,” The blonde grumbled, giving John’s hand a light squeeze.

“Well that’s not so bad, we’ll probably be in and out,” John sighed. “Does he want us now?”

“He said as soon as possible.”

“Do you pair of sods even know what day it is?” Brian interjected, turning his head between the two younger men who had now sat up on the bed.

“Thursday?” Roger asked with an accompanying yawn, scratching his head to mess with his ruffled hair that already looked as if he’d stuck his finger in a socket. Brian rolled his eyes at the answer, crossing his arms as he looked to John who simply shrugged his shoulders. 

“It’s Valentine’s Day!” Brian pouted, shuffling to sit against the headboard. His two boyfriends faces fell as they looked between each other, obviously caught off guard by the reminder. “You can’t tell me you  _ both _ forgot.”

“Well,” John sighed with an unexpected smile quirking at his lip, a faint blush now apparent on his cheeks as he stared down at the covers still adorning his lap, “Roger’s never been good at remembering holidays where he has to buy people presents.”

“Hey!” Roger laughed, reaching over to grab a pillow and lightly smacking the bassist with it. “That’s not true!”

“I’d believe it,” Brian chimed in, earning himself a harsh pillow to the arm from the blonde.

“Both of my boyfriends are already ganging up on me on such a loving day?” Roger frowned, slipping out of the warmth of the covers to examine his hair in the mirror settled against the wall. 

“Well you were unaware it was such a day only two minutes ago,” Brian answered, leaning back against the pillows not previously used to hit each other with a smug smile. “And I don’t expect you lot to buy me anything but it would’ve been nice to remember the occasion at least.”

“Have you gotten us anything?” Roger questioned, turning around with a scoff when another pillow used for violence in lieu of its intended purpose hit his back. “What?” The blonde defended against John’s incredulous look directed at him. 

“I might have, actually,” Brian sighed, letting a small smile tug at his mouth as the younger pair silently bickered. “But now you’ll have to wait to get your gifts.”

“Maybe we can make it up to you in other ways later,” John winked, leaning over to give Brian a smacking kiss on the cheek before joining Roger in front of the mirror. The guitarist watched with a smile as the pair jokingly shoved each other out of the way despite the ample space for both of them to see themselves in the glass, the playfulness ending with a chaste kiss and John leaving the room to get ready for the day. 

“I believe you’ve forgotten something Mister Romance,” Roger teased, rifling through the dresser drawers in search of a decent outfit.

“Oh, I didn’t forget,” Brian replied, sinking back down the bed to wrap himself in the covers now free of any competition for their warmth. 

“Nobody appreciates me around here,” The drummer groaned, walking over to the bedside table with an overexaggerated frown as he searched for the perfect piece of jewelry to complete his intended look. 

“Don’t be so stroppy, Rog,” Brian cooed, grabbing the blonde’s wrist to pull him down into his vicinity and finally giving in to what his boyfriend was complaining about by softly pressing their lips together. The two men smiled at each other as they pulled away, the younger of the pair’s anger apparently suppressed by the simplest of morning traditions. “You know we care about you.”

“I know,” Roger grinned, planting another quick kiss to Brian’s lips before standing up and turning on his heel to get dressed. “So what did you get us?”

“Be patient, you’ll find out later...and who even says I got you something material?” Brian missed the puzzled look from the drummer as he snuggled under the covers, uncaring of the rising sunlight peeking into the room.

The exhaustion of life had certainly been taxing on Brian, so he didn’t fight the heaviness of his eyelids and the soft noises of his boyfriends begrudgingly getting ready to leave the house lulling him back into a light sleep. He hardly even noticed the dual kisses on his cheeks as they finally made their way out, letting himself sink into the mattress and the worries of finishing the album leave his mind to allow him the chance to relax for once. 

The guitarist internally frowned when the nagging telephone came to life for the second time that morning, ruining his delightful bubble of leisure. It gave him a feeling of déja vu considering it had only felt like moments since the day had begun for his bandmates and he was given the rare chance to get some extra sleep, but there was no blonde to pick up the phone for him this time. He sighed as he sat up on his elbows, pressing the receiver between his shoulder and ear and grumbling a sleepy hello. 

“ _ Hey Bri, _ ” John’s defeated voice answered over the line. “ _ Did you just wake up? _ ”

“No, no, of course not,” Brian yawned in response, joining the bassist in a small laugh over his blatant lie. 

“ _ Sorry to ruin your beauty sleep, but I wanted to tell you we probably won’t make it home until dinner time _ .”

“Is something wrong?” Brian asked as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, stretching the immobility from his sleep-plagued limbs. 

“ _ Well the good news is that only two of the tapes were ruined...the engineers just can’t seem to get the cables from our instruments to work so we can  _ actually _ re-record them. And it doesn’t look like we can find the problem with them _ ,” John complained, the annoyance of the setback clear in his tone of voice. 

“Sounds dreadful.”

“ _ You’re telling me _ .”

“Couldn’t you put that electronics degree to some use and figure it out?”

John could practically see the smirk on Brian’s face through the phone based on his joking tone and laughed over the receiver. “ _ I’m trying! But yeah, just wanted to give you a heads up and apologize _ .”

“It’s alright, it’s not your fault. Roger will just have to wait even longer for your surprise.”

“ _ I don’t know if he’ll make it, he’s already badgered me the whole ride here to see if I had any hints to give him. _ ”

“Tell him it’ll be worth the wait...for both of you.”

“ _ Hmm, now you’ve got me curious. But I’ve got to go, we’ll see you later _ .”

“Bye John.”

The silence in the flat once he hung up the phone should’ve been relaxing, but felt more eerie to the guitarist than anything. It was strange to get ready alone - the constant struggle of three grown men wanting to brush their teeth in the morning bringing him a comforting sort of domesticity amongst the chaos that he currently missed. The clock hung on the wall of the bathroom told him that he’d slept in until eleven in the morning, a strange feat for someone who was usually the first of the bunch to wake up, so he decided to take what little was left of the morning relatively slowly in an attempt to make the long hours feel less agonizing. 

Spending most of Valentine’s Day alone when he had two loving boyfriends just minutes down the road was more challenging than Brian thought it would be, and blamed most of his anxious boredom on the daunting surprise he had planned for the younger two men. Brian tried everything possible to take his mind off of things:attempting to write some new material with the help of his Red Special, catching up on some of the magazines strewn about Roger and John’s flat, listening to a record as he paced around the room, even venturing out into the cold to take a walk that ended as soon as the frigid wind ripped through him one too many times. He even contemplated venturing down to the studio but was perturbed by that idea after his short, bone-chilling trip outdoors and didn’t want to cause any more distractions than what was apparently already there. 

It almost felt like a miracle when the tiny clock set on top of the television chimed five times, signaling to Brian that his lovers would be home soon. Roger had called again around lunchtime, informing the guitarist that they’d likely be home around quarter to six if everything went to plan, so the immediate joy of time passing was quickly replaced with overwhelming nerves. Brian decided it was best to take a cool shower, the water temperature taking his mind off the hesitation he knew he’d be able to talk himself into as well as cleaning him off before the night’s activities he hoped would be taking place. 

Brian had just walked into the bedroom, still clad in only a thin towel around his waist, when the telltale creak of the front door caught his attention. His heart pumped faster as he stared at his still partially matted hair in the mirror, sizing up his own reflection as soft chatter flowed into the room from down the hall. 

“Brian?” Roger’s curious voice asked followed by the clanging of keys being aimlessly tossed onto a table instead of neatly placed on a hook as John always reminded the other two to do. 

“In here!” Brian called back, cringing at how the quiver of his voice gave away his nervousness. He took a deep breath as footsteps approached the room and quickly moved to situate himself on the mattress, awkwardly placing his hands in his lap as he sat perched on the edge of the bed. 

“Sorry we’re so late, how was your-” John’s voice preceded his presence in the doorway, the words being cut short when he stopped in his tracks to take in the sight in front of him. The bassist almost dropped the sealed envelope in his hands as an exasperated laugh left his mouth and Brian couldn’t help but smile to see the blonde’s head peeking over John’s shoulder with raised eyebrows. 

“What’s all this about?” Roger smiled, raking his eyes over the guitarist’s scarcely clad form. 

“I believe I was offered a make-up for your forgetful minds.”

“And I thought Roger was the impatient one,” John joked, finally stepping into the room and walking to stand in front of the guitarist. 

“Well I’ve got it right here,” The drummer grinned, snatching the envelope from John’s hands and sitting himself next to Brian on the mattress. 

“ _ We’ve _ got it,” John corrected, defensively crossing his arms. “Somebody just tacked themselves onto my purchase.”

“I forgot my wallet!” Roger cried, pouting between his boyfriends. “I would’ve paid him back but John here didn’t bring enough notes.”

“Don’t put the blame on me!” John scoffed. “You’re lucky I let you-”

“Boys!” Brian laughed before the argument could spiral into something serious, slipping his index fingers into John’s belt loops and pulling him closer. “Thank you for thinking of me, John, and I know you would've got me something if you had your money, Rog.”

“Forget the blasted card,” Roger sighed, the envelope now discarded to sit forgotten on the floor as he dragged a finger lightly across the towel still loosely wrapped around Brian’s waist. “Can’t we just get to the shagging?”

"You have such a way with words,” The bassist answered with a roll of his eyes before shifting his gaze to the oldest man sitting before him. “But I have to say I agree.”

The dual pairs of eyes now focused on him made Brian’s skin crawl in the best way possible, always loving the rapt attention of his lovers. His mouth felt incredibly dry as he looked up to meet John’s piercing gaze, thickly swallowing before opening his mouth to reveal the surprise he’d be mulling over all day. “C-could we try something different tonight?” Brian stuttered, the familiar weight of Roger’s hand on his thigh ruining his already frail composure.

“What do you have in mind?” Roger softly asked, the warm breath against the guitarist’s neck and sudden shift in the atmosphere making a shiver run down Brian’s spine.

“I, uh…” Brian sighed, casting his gaze anywhere except his boyfriends as a deep blush crept its way onto his cheeks. “I think I want to bottom tonight if that’s alright with you guys.” The sentence was spoken so quickly and timidly that Brian wasn’t even sure the other men had understood him, his fear reinforced by their deafening silence. 

“You’re sure?” John breathed after what felt like an eternity of stillness, causing Brian to look up at him. The guitarist should’ve expected the purely lustful expression from his youngest boyfriend, but the hours he spent worrying about the reaction to his proposition made him feel surprising relief to look over at the blonde and see the same look in his eyes. A calloused hand tangled its way into Brian’s hair, and he instinctively leaned into John’s calming touch as he slowly nodded his head. 

“What made you change your mind?” Roger inquired, making another wave of uncertainty invade Brian’s thoughts. It was a fair question, the trio had tried to offer the oldest the opportunity multiple times since they had officially gotten together - even just using their fingers a few times before Brian shying out of going all the way. The least challenging aspect of his secret plans for the night was already out the bag, but now came the difficult part.

Brian took a deep breath, concluding it was time to seal his fate now or never. “Because I trust you both and…” Brian paused before finishing his sentence, looking between his boyfriends and letting a bashful smile spread across his face. “I love you.”

The three simple words never spoken within their time together felt like a ton of bricks lifted off his chest, the blinding smiles he received in return confirming the realness of their relationship and making the commercial holiday have a more significant meaning. 

“I love you too,” Roger replied, pressing a soft kiss to Brian’s cheek. 

“I love you as well,” John smiled, leaning down to give the oldest a quick kiss on the lips. 

“This is cute and all,” Roger groaned as he shifted in his position on the bed, the strain in his tight denim trousers now clear to his partners, “but can we  _ actually _ get to the fucking now?”

“How do you want to do this?” John questioned after letting out a small laugh at Roger’s impatience. 

“I-I don’t know, I haven’t given it too much thought,” Brian sheepishly admitted. 

“I might be a little impartial,” Roger chimed in, “but John’s a pretty good lay.”

The brunette blushed at the comment, giggling when the drummer only winked in response. “I’m not opposed to that,” John answered, smiling down at Brian. “Would you want that? And Rog can open you up beforehand?”

“Yes,” Brian breathed a little too enthusiastically for his liking, blushing even harder at his own voice. “Yeah, I’d like that. You’re sure you don’t want to, Roger?”

“Eh I’m too rough for first times,” Roger joked, causing the other two to laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you next time.”

WIth the conversational details out of the way, the trio could finally get to the action and the younger two men wasted no time in shedding themselves of their layers of clothes. Brian watched with a wry smile as they practically tripped over themselves, forgetting about the towel still wrapped around himself while he shamelessly absorbed the always delightful sight of his thrilled boyfriends.

Distracted by the view of John’s bare backside as the bassist walked to the dresser, Brian was happily surprised when a certain drummer filled his field of vision to passionately press their lips together. He let himself be gently pushed down to lay against the bed, smiling into the kiss when Roger’s hands impatiently tugged at the damp towel. He let his eyes flutter shut as the blonde moved on from his lips to plant sloppy kisses down his neck, apparently focusing on a particular spot just below his jawline. A sharp gasp left Brian’s mouth when their cocks briefly brushed together, turning his head in the direction of the new dip in the bed. Once the blonde pulled away, sitting up in Brian’s lap, the guitarist peeked open his eyes again to see John already smiling down at him. 

“Ready?” Roger asked, gaining the oldests attention again as John handed him a bottle of lube that he had retrieved from the dresser. The drummer leant down to give Brian one last kiss after getting an enthusiastic nod of confirmation, shimmying down the mattress to rest between the long pair of legs. John grabbed a pillow from the headboard, tapping the guitarist on the hip to help him place the cushioning beneath his body, before lying down on his side next to Brian. 

A tense silence fell about the room as Roger poured the slick substance out of the bottle, rubbing it between his fingers in an attempt to make it as comfortable as possible. The simple touch of Roger’s hand on his inner thigh, simply just spreading his legs, had Brian’s muscles tensing in anticipation and the oldest was grateful for the soothing gesture of John carding his hands through his hair. Brian’s small whine when a slippery finger came to rest at his entrance made his blush spread down to his chest, making him squeeze his eyes shut in embarrassment. 

“You’ve got to relax, love,” John whispered, moving his other hand to caress Brian’s cheek in his warm hand. “You’ve done this part before.”

Brian audibly sighed, trying with all his might to fight his initial reaction to the unfamiliar intrusion. The concise circles Roger was drawing into his thigh with his free hand helped immensely and Brian couldn’t help but to hold his breath when a fingertip finally breached itself into his body. His shuddering breath filled the room as Roger slid his finger in to the first knuckle, reveling in the feeling combined with John now peppering light kisses across his face. He let the bassist turn his head, happily moaning into the clumsy collision of their lips when Roger started slowly pumping his finger. It was difficult to reciprocate John’s kiss as he tried to adjust to the strange feeling between his legs, but the brunette didn’t seem to mind taking control and prodding his tongue into the guitarist’s mouth. 

A second digit already pressing against his entrance made Brian’s breath catch in his throat once again, the added wandering of John’s hand towards his cock but never giving in making him feel dizzy with arousal. Brian couldn’t have cared less about the noisy moans falling from his lips by now and whined when John slightly pulled away, desperate to have as much contact with his partners as possible. The bassist smiled down at him, clearly amused by his neediness, and gently pushed the matted hair away from his forehead and he writhed around on the sheets. His eyes shot open when the blonde unexpectedly spread his fingers, actually starting to work on opening the guitarist up. 

“Feeling alright?” Roger smirked, knowing the inquiry was completely rhetorical.

“Yes,” Brian breathed, looking down at the drummer with a dopey attempt at a smile. “Fuck, I-” His blabbering was cut off by a lewd moan forcing itself from his throat, the sensation of Roger poking at his prostate making his mind go blank. The flow of time seemed to stop as the blonde delicately took his time scissoring his fingers and Brian tried his hardest to ignore his now leaking cock, the never stopping teasing touches of John’s hands along his torso making the challenge even more difficult. He angrily huffed when the pleasure was completely disrupted and felt himself clench around nothing, looking down at Roger with a furrowed brow. 

“Calm down, I’ll get right back to it in a second,” The blonde smiled, clicking the bottle open to pour more lube onto his calloused fingers. “And  _ I’m _ the impatient one.”

Brian hadn’t noticed John was now practically plastered against his side, and felt more than heard his quiet laugh at Roger’s comment. His hands twisted in the sheets when the blonde lived up to his promise, letting his jaw fall open when another digit joined the initial pair. John’s gentle kisses returned to his face and all the tenseness had dissipated from his muscles, actually allowing himself to enjoy the moment without fear and relax into the mattress below him. The diligent work of his older boyfriend made the uncomfortable stretch easily give way into something more pleasant, Roger insisting on making sure he was completely prepped even when the guitarist begged his partners to just get on with it. 

Brian was almost certain he wouldn’t be able to hold out for the main event as Roger deemed his work complete, quickly switching places with John to lie on the Brian’s side as the youngest reached over to the bedside table. 

“No,” Brian whispered, staring up at the bassist with deceivingly innocent eyes and putting a hand against his chest. 

“No?” John repeated, sitting back on his knees.

“Please,” Brian pleaded, smiling when John shrugged his shoulders and settled into almost the exact same position Roger had been kneeling in. 

“Alright then, you’re still sure about this?” John calmly asked as if the relieving contact from sliding a generous amount of lube on his cock didn’t affect him at all. 

“I’ve been through enough teasing, I need you to just fuck me already.”

Both of his boyfriends laughed at the statement, Roger gingerly grabbing one of Brian’s hands to encase in his own as John paused to line himself up with the guitarist’s entrance. Brian gave his partner one final nod of assurance and the pair of brunettes let out a collective groan when slowly pushed his cock into the tight ring of muscle. The youngest took caution to go incredibly slow, the pace mixed with the blissful expression creeping onto Brian’s face making it extremely difficult to cave into his own desires, and give Brian time to get used to the much bigger intrusion as he went along. Roger picked up the slack of making sure the guitarist was calmed by copying John’s earlier idea of placing light kisses over his cheeks and whispering sweet, encouraging words in his ear. 

John let out a long sigh when, seemingly after forever, he bottomed out and felt Brian’s skin against his. He leaned down to steal his mouth away from the blonde for a few seconds, resuming their sloppy kiss from earlier to distract himself from moving before his partner was ready. Brian was completely breathless when John pulled away and the bassist hardly had any time to do so before Roger had gripped the back of his neck to harshly push their lips together. Their kiss was much more rough and calculated, Roger easily taking dominance of the embrace, but the change of dynamic seemed to work well for their unconventional relationship. Another attempt to sit back up was halted by Brian cupping John’s cheek once the youngest pair had parted in a silent plea to stay right where he was. 

“Please,” Brian spoke directly in front of the bassist’s face, running his thumb over his cheekbone before dropping it back to the sheets. “Move.”

It was John’s turn to slip his eyes shut, certain that he’d reach his climax far too soon if he kept his gaze focused on Brian’s lust-filled eyes, quietly moaning as he started a slow pace of rocking his hips back and forth. The arch of Brian’s back off of the mattress and his choked noises letting John know he was doing something right, the youngest picking up his speed after a few moments - the increasingly nagging pressure of his orgasm becoming more and more difficult to ignore. 

A ragged groan from Roger made John open his eyes again, cursing at the sight of Brian’s hand leisurely working up and down the blonde’s cock. The bassist buried his head in the crook of Brian’s shoulder as Roger’s deep noises filled his ears, the task of holding off seeming impossible at the point and making him instinctively snap his hips more aggressively. Brian wrapped his legs around John’s waist and tangled a hand into his partner’s long locks, the faster pace making his head spin while simultaneously leaving him begging for more. 

Their raucous moans and the obscene, dull sound of skin meeting skin filled the room and their minds - the new experience bringing the three boyfriends a previously undiscovered pleasure. Each of them were now glistening with a light sheen of sweat, the normally disgusting aspect going completely forgotten as their orgasms approached. 

Brian’s eyes practically rolled back into his head when one of John’s strong hands wrapped around his cock, the unexpected contact ripping a loud whine from his throat as his back arched off of the bed for what felt like the millionth time that night. It only took a few concise strokes before he came into John’s fist with a deep sigh, clenching around the cock still buried inside of him and tightening his fist around Roger’s length while being careful not to tug on the brunette’s hair too firmly. The blonde followed shortly after, having held off as long as John the entire night, his mess partially landing on both of his partners as he dug his fingers into Brian’s bicep. 

“Come on, John,” Brian managed to tease in the haze of his orgasm, his chest still heaving and body moving against the mattress as John continued to pound into him. The youngest simply grunted at the taunting, lifting his head to pull out and gasping when Roger’s hand found its way to his cock before he even had to mind to finish himself off. He hardly needed the assistance and was the last to finish, moaning as he watched Brian squirm under the warmth of his release landing on the guitarist’s stomach.

There was nothing left to do except for John to flop himself down onto the mattress, completing the sweaty embrace half draping himself over the oldest as he fought to catch his breath. He had almost drifted off when a certain drummer’s hand brushed some of the hair out of his face, making John peek an eye open to see two lazily smiling faces looking back at him.

“How are you feeling?” John whispered, tracing a finger innocently along Brian’s chest. 

“Wonderful,” Brian grinned, pressing a quick kiss to John’s temple. “But I doubt my ability to walk right now.”

“Just wait until Roger has his way with you.”

The drummer stuck his tongue out at the youngest, snuggling closer to Brian as the guitarist gave him a reassuring pat on the back matched with a small laugh. 

“Should I open my card now?” Brian sighed, relaxing impossibly further into the bed and basking in the customary feeling of being squished between his partners.

“If you wanna get up and get it,” Roger mumbled, letting his eyes slip shut as his head rested against Brian’s steadily moving chest.

“In that case...I think it can wait.”

**Author's Note:**

> As always please let me know what you think! I live off of feedback lol


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